Reflections : Ula's Diary
A full month has turned. The moon shines her face upon the waters, and hides it again.
Things have changed. Have I been changed by them? I examine them, and they slip between my fingers; as much water as am I. Do I escape so easily?
Is escape even possible?
Is it what I wish?
I know my wish; I could put it into words, but it is a silly wish, a foolish wish, and it shouldn't be whispered out loud. Not to the moon, not to the stars.
But I wish on shooting stars all the same, and go forth to find them at the bottom of the ocean...
Things have changed. Have I been changed by them? I examine them, and they slip between my fingers; as much water as am I. Do I escape so easily?
Is escape even possible?
Is it what I wish?
I know my wish; I could put it into words, but it is a silly wish, a foolish wish, and it shouldn't be whispered out loud. Not to the moon, not to the stars.
But I wish on shooting stars all the same, and go forth to find them at the bottom of the ocean...